Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2008 05:08:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Story Teller
Subject: My Boy Cody, Capter 10
For the record, this all came out of my head. If the exploration of
sexuality is offensive to you please do not read on. Please do not use
this work as an excuse for illegal activities.
I'm sorry this chapter's been so long in the making. Unfortunately, as
much as I love writing about Cody he doesn't pay my bills and I've got to
do real work far too often, which gets in the way. I've been amazed at the
number of men who have written about the twists and turns in Cody's story,
some hating the things that have happened to him, some loving it all. I've
had some who have sworn off this story all together, a pity I think, as it
means they've jumped off the train half way to the end. If you're reading
now you're obviously not one of them, and I thank you for taking the whole
journey. I welcome questions and comments and appreciate all those who
have written - good, bad and ugly.
Thanks again for reading. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Story.Teller99@yahoo.com
My Boy Cody, Chapter 10: Early Morning Play Date
Beef worked a big wad of spit up and dropped it into my mouth. I loved the
taste of his spit, sweet and a little tangy. I reached up to him and
traced the scar on the right side of his face, telling him without words
how much I love him.
My dad was laying to my left, propped on his right elbow watching me with
Beef. Uncle Chet was on the other side, also propped up and watching. I
could smell their hot, hard bodies, my dad's cock cheese, Chet's smelly
balls, Beefs damp armpits. Dad shifted to his knees and brought his funky
cock, still coated with the mingled cum and funk from my ass close to my
mouth.
"Clean daddy up, baby," he said and dropped the cheese-coated head of his
meat in my mouth. I swirled my tongue up under his hood and sucked the
funk from him as he moaned deeply in his throat. I could feel Beef getting
hard against my still-spread open ass watching me slurp all the goo from my
dad's cock.
Dad's cell phone rang and he pulled himself out of my mouth to retrieve it.
Beef leaned forward, folding me in half and looked deep into my eyes as he
started to slide his once again hard mega-meat into my asshole, his
glittering blue eyes locked on mine as he hit bottom and sighed. I could
hear dad talking vaguely in the background as the big Marine started
muttering in my ear, his beer-breath tickling the sweat-damp hair there.
"I love you, Beef, God you feel so good stretching me open!" I groaned as
he sawed into my sore and ravaged cum dump. The big fur-covered muscles of
Beef's chest scratched my swollen nipples as he rocked deeply into me, his
fat hog frothing once more the accumulated loads in my hole. I wasn't
really aware of anything else as he concentrated on me, I focused totally
on this amazing man my father had brought into our home.
Beef was wounded in Iraq before I had ever seen him. His wife left him
because she couldn't look at his scars, couldn't deal with his prosthetic
leg. I couldn't understand how that short-sighted cow could have given up
what this amazing creature was doing to me now, raking the hell out of the
joy button in my pussy and licking the sweat from my throat as he
purposefully ground his chest against me. My knees were pressed back over
my shoulders and my legs spread wide to accommodate the difference in our
height, he arched his face down to me, giving me as much as he was getting
from me.
"I've got another wad for you, sweetheart," he breathed into my ear.
"Gonna plant it deep up in ya, too."
He reared up on his knees, pushing my long legs wide, knees scuffing the
carpet on either side of my head as his balls pulled tight against his
shaft and he plowed his hot nut nectar into me again, his mouth open wide
in a voiceless wail of pleasure as I felt his giant cock throb between the
bloated lips of my boy-hole. His thrusts were erratic as he unloaded in
me. I wish I could remember how many times I had gotten fucked since I got
out of school.
Talk about your roller-coaster days! As Beef settled his weight back onto
me, my legs wrapping themselves around his trim, muscular waste as he
nestled down into my hair again and I started thinking about the things
that had happened to me, the range of emotions I felt.
I started off frustrated, I'd missed all of my morning chances for cum in
my hole and was really annoyed.. Even the principal seemed to be in on
keeping my hole dry today when he asked my English teacher for a meeting,
taking up the time Mr. Blakeworth usually used to pump a load or two into
me. Then soccer practice was a disaster and Coach Wiz held the goalies
over for extra time, taking away my chance to get his fat, hairy meat in
me.
Then I ran into the twins and finally got my first fuck of the day in,
although being force-fucked in the dirty bathroom in the park wasn't
exactly what I'd been hoping for. I couldn't help but be turned on though,
the Kamuran brothers are incredibly hot Turkish boys who turned out to have
big, uncut cocks. They were rough on me, sure, but then again, I kinda
like it that way. The thing that fucked me up about it was finding out
that my dad had set me up with them. I was pissed! So pissed it made me
cry. Not, mind you that dad had gotten the identical hunks to breed my
hole, but that he'd been sneaky about it.. I think the little talk we had
before this particular round of fucking started will fix that, though.
Dad then took me up into the woods, into a place that looked like a
homeless den. You could have bought me for a nickel when he shelled out a
hundred bucks a piece to three dudes we found there to breed my aching
hole. They each spunked off three times before dad put one on top of it
all. It wasn't until they were all done that dad revealed another little
bit of sneaky to me - they were Marine buddies of his. Afterward when he
showed me the "money" he'd paid them they were "Cream Cody Credits", fake
cash he'd made up for them to redeem with spunk in my holes.
We came home after that and Uncle Chet and Beef each popped one in me
before I fell asleep. They were talking about me when I woke up alone in
the big bed and went looking for them. That was when we had our little
talk, I think I was pretty clear. Fuck me and fuck me a lot was the point.
They seemed to get the point.
Beef snored lightly against my neck, pulling me out of my little wander
down memory lane. I giggled a little and stroked his bristly hair. Dad
flopped back onto the couch, his thick cock lazily leaning over his big
balls, the pucker of foreskin covering the head. Chet had left the room at
some time and came back in with three bottles of beer and a ginger ale for
me. They both laughed at Beef asleep on top of me.
"Well," Chet said "It is three in the morning." He handed dad a beer and
dribbled some of the cold liquid between Beef's shoulder blades, causing
the big man to wake with a start, pulling his now-soft cock from my hole in
the process. I grunted loudly from the combination of compression, rapid
removal and lung expansion.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he said, his brow puckered with concern for me.
"You ok?"
"I'm fine, Beef, really," I replied. "Unlike some people in this house I
actually got a nap in. It just startled me when you pulled out is all."
"Chet, you're an asshole," Beef said, taking the beer the smiling Tennessee
native held out to him.
My dad was laughing at the whole scene. He took a sip of his beer and
said, "You know, Cody," dad almost never uses my name when he talks to me,
so I paid special attention, "I've never tasted another man's spunk before
tonight. I just couldn't help but lick your pussy though, it looked so
inviting all spread open and puffy. I kinda had to. For you."
I climbed into dad's lap again and kissed his mouth, tasting the beer on
his tongue. "Did you like it dad?" I asked.
"Actually, I did. All that flavor, all the tastes of you and the men
you've taken today, it really turned me on. Well, that and feeling the Big
Man here crowding your cunt with me," he said.
Beef laughed. "I've eaten out used pussy before. There's something about
the way it tastes after another dude or two has used it, kinda spicy and
tangy. It is my favorite dish." He roared with renewed laughter, slopping
beer on his chest as he over-balanced on the floor.
Chet laughed too. "Tony, who the hell was callin you at o'dark nothin'?"
he asked.
"Oh!" dad seemed to have forgotten the phone call. "That was Sam, the
tattoo guy. He's found a new playmate for Cody. You up to some more
tonight, Sport?" he asked, turning to me.
I choked on my ginger ale. "Of course, dad, you know how I am!"
He laughed some more. "And to think, I was worried about you," he
chuckled.
"I'm not the one you need to worry about, dad," I said, suppressing a
giggle. "You should be worried about whether you can keep up!" Dad
started ticking me, beer and ginger ale spilling as we rolled onto the
floor, ending up with me face down and all his weight pressed against my
back. I could feel he was hard again.
"I can keep up, you little shit!" he exclaimed as he slid his nine inches
back into my shit chute and started plowing hard, as if to prove his point.
Beef and Chet laughed and the doorbell rang.
"I'll get that," Beef said, "Chet you might wanna get in on that before the
line gets too long! Hand me my cane."
Beef pushed himself to his mismatched feet as dad ground his meat into my
open hole. He leaned into my ear and whispered to me "Your daddy loves
you, boy."
"I love you too, dad!" I grunted out under the force of his deep thrusts.
I heard the greetings in the entry way. Beef hadn't met Sam yet but he'd
heard about him. Sam was the tattooist who had put the serpent on me for
dad and pierced my nipples and my eyebrow for me. I liked Sam a lot, in
part because he was very different from anyone else I knew through my dad.
He's not quite as tall as my dad, and he's really thin and rangy, although
you can tell he's strong, the muscles he has are just tight and compact
instead of bulging and developed like my dad's. Sam's got a Mohawk which
he dyes different colors and a sexy little blonde soul patch under his lip.
He had his right eyebrow and nose pierced, a big fat ring through his
septum lays on his upper lip like a bull ring. Bull was right too, Sam
packed about 8 inches of fat cut cock. Adding to that the full sleeves of
tattoos across his shoulders and down both arms and Sam was one hell of a
rough-looking sexy man.
His thick motorcycle boots appeared in my field of vision as dad grunted
another load deep into my boy-pussy.
"Damn, Tony, you sure know how to throw a party!" Sam laughed. He'd
already been supplied with a beer and was looking at my dad's broad,
muscular back obscuring me beneath him and grinning as I looked out around
dad's shoulder.
"Hi, Sam!" I grinned up at him. Sam was wearing skin-tight black leather
hip-huggers that showed the big boner he had clearly, a black and red
leather vest with no shirt under it showed that the sleeves of tattoos
carried on across his tightly muscled compact chest. He had dyed his
Mohawk deep red, it matched the accents on his vest. He cupped his
over-stuffed crotch.
"Hey there, Buddy, brought a new playmate for ya," he said casually,
indicating the man who had sauntered into the room chatting softly with the
still fully-naked Beef.
Dad sat back on his haunches, keeping his still-hard cock buried in my hole
and pulling me up on my knees with him. I knelt up and got my first look
at the man Sam had brought along.
He was totally different than I would have expected. Maybe 45 or so, about
the same height as Sam, slim, neatly trimmed dark brown hair with some grey
in the temples, wide-spaced hazel eyes, thick lips that begged to be
kissed, a straight, Mediterranean nose. He was wearing slacks and a sport
coat over a brown shirt, open at the collar that showed a tightly muscled
chest, just like Sam's. His physical resemblance to the tattooist was
weird. Looking back and forth between them I suddenly realized, they had
the same eyes.
"Tony, this is my dad, Roger Binghamton," Sam said, as if my dad wasn't
kneeling on the floor with his cock buried in his own son. Dad reached out
and grabbed Mr. Binghamton's hand and shook it firmly..
"Roger, good to meet you," he said. "This is my boy, Cody," he indicate me
still sitting skewered on his meat stick.
I reached out in turn and shook Mr. Binghamton's hand. "Good to meet you,
Sir," I said in my best formal, meeting new adults tone.
He chuckled and said "From what I see it will be great fun to literally
`meat' you, Cody.."
The men in the room all laughed and commented on that. My dad rotated his
hips, thrusting his cock into me again.
Dad then slapped my ass and said, "Hop up, Sport and clean up your mess
while Mr. Binghamton makes himself more comfortable."
Sam's dad was pealing off his sport coat as I pulled my dad's fat nine
inches out of my hole and spun around to suck the slime off his cock. I
heard the new arrival gasp.
"Damn fine looking boy pussy on him, wow!" he exclaimed. "You did that
ink, right, son?" he asked Sam.
"Sure did, dad," he replied. "Dad's a professor of art history at the
college down town," he explained to the men in the room as I finished
sucking the thick froth of jizz from dad's pubic hair.
I sat up, turned around and was greeted with an amazing sight. As I wiped
the slime off my lips I took in Roger Binghamton in his naked glory for the
first time. His compactly muscled body was tan all over, a thick patch of
dark brown hair sprinkled with grey in the center of his chest followed a
treasure trail down his flat belly to his pubes, which framed a thick, cut
cock sticking straight out from his crotch. Hanging below his beautiful
eight inches were fuzz covered balls the size of large hen's eggs and
through the head of his cock was a thick stainless steel ring, a thick ball
closing the end of it just outside the stretched piss slit. I had never
seen a Prince Albert before and couldn't help but stare.
Mr. Binghamton chuckled. "Sam did that for me a couple years ago. I
thought it might make things more interesting for his mother. I was
wrong." He laughed out loud. "Come see what you think, son," he
instructed.
"You take good care of our guest, baby, I gotta make a head call," dad said
as he left the room. I could tell the others were moving around the room
but my attention was riveted as I shuffled forward on my knees and licked
the ring through the professor's cock head. A glistening bead of precum
oozed around the thick steel and I licked it off. Mr. Binghamton chuckled
at me.
"Turn around, Cody," he said. "I'm more interested in your other hole."
He smiled at me kindly and I grinned back at him as I followed his
instruction.
Sam laid down on the floor next to me. He pulled my right leg over his
head so I was in a sixty-nine position with him and he pushed my mouth down
on his hard cock while his dad lined up with my asshole. I felt the cold
metal pressing into my sloppy hole and at the same time Sam's tongue
started to lap at my cunt, traveling back and forth between my nuts and my
hole as his dad started to pump into the mess in me.
Sam's hands came around behind my ass and pulled my slot open for his dad
and his dad's hands gripped my hips hard, his fingers digging into my
flesh. I heard Mr. Binghamton groan.
"That's it, Sammy, lick my nuts while I pump this slut-hole! It feels so
good, nice and wet inside there, this boy's been around. Can you taste the
other men's cum on my cock, Sammy?" Sam grunted, his dick twitching in my
throat as I felt him lick the stretched out lips of my boy pussy where his
dad's cock battered me open. "I'm not gonna last long Sammy, I'm gonna
dump in this beautiful boy-sluts pussy soon. It just feels so good, so
nice and wet and open. He really loves cock, you were right.."
I felt Mr. Binghamton lean forward as he started short-stroking into my
hole, his Prince Albert thudding against my boy knot driving me crazy. Sam
let go of my ass and slammed my head down tight to his crotch with both
hands and I felt his cock spasm. I knew he was cumming but I couldn't
taste it at all, he was planted in my throat and shooting straight into my
stomach.
"Oh, Sammy, I'm gonna breed the boy's cunt now!" Mr. Binghamton cried as
his thrusts became irregular. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled my ass
tight against his thick pubes as I felt him throb in me, unloading his
thick daddy sperm deep in my hole. Sam's hands relaxed on my head, his
orgasm winding down as his dad's ramped up and I was able to pull back off
his dick and breathe a little better. I sucked the slime from Sam's
deflating cock as his father pushed the last of his load into me.
Collapsing backward onto his haunches and pulling his cock from me with a
plop Mr. Binghamton sighed heavily. "That was nice," he muttered.
"Glad you enjoyed it," my dad said. He was leaning against the door frame,
two bottles of cold beer in each hand. Beef chuckled from his accustomed
place in what used to be dad's favorite chair. "Didn't take you long to
finish, though," he said, passing the bottles to Mr. Binghamton, Beef and
Chet, who was sitting on the couch now, his own boner standing up from his
white-blonde pubes.
"You think I'm finished?" the professor asked, smiling as he pulled my head
into his crotch.
This was shaping up to be my kind of night.